This past Sunday, October 15th, I got up at 5:30 a.m. I drank my morning cuppa joe, and spent the next two hours stretching and hydrating. At 8:30, I biked to downtown Iowa City. And at 9:00 am, I stepped over the starting line to begin my first half-marathon.
your picture goes up on the wall.
your picture goes down on the wall.
(get your mind out of the gutter.) Continue reading
There are certain experiences one is bound to have only as a graduate student in Iowa. Witnessing the Northern Lights is not one of them.
Still, the forecast promised us a chance of seeing them much farther south than usual; we could hardly pass up the opportunity to make an event of even the most elusive of spectacles. Continue reading
The first cool day of the season comes
in early September, and the single dim hour
before dawn sees me rise and ask
a simple task of my sleep-laden limbs:
let’s go running.
I want you to ask me something outrageous.
“Because he’d melt into a summer night
Perspire wasps and fire flies
And I’d awake in puddles of
Wintergreen peppermint ice cream.” Continue reading
their mouths hold nothing
not even air: Continue reading
“do you look at your life?” i thought
everyone did – but do you
make eyes at your own history? where
are the moments that are stories within themselves?
rarely have we written ourselves down – and why?
even our triumphs are marred by mundanity.
still, it is an inimitable existence
and the time, however passed, is ours. Continue reading
I would rather not palaver
endlessly with this unscrupulous organ
who takes so much credit. I would rather
not be at war with the thing that gives me
power. I would rather not lay amidst
the licorice scent of sweet mace and think
only of blood.